My news article finally hit the stands this morning. It’s waaaay bigger and more colorful than I ever thought it would be.
So what’s it like being famous you ask? Well, it’s similiar to being normal, BUT now we have this impressive article to bore houseguests with for the next 30 years.
Ruby Millington, you rock!
Daddy was shifting around some cabling in our flat, and he eventually decided to move our wireless router into the hallway from the back bedroom. This gives Mom and I a waaaaaaaaay stronger signal to make blogging quicker.
After a while I heard Mommy using the microwave. Then Daddy’s mobile went off…. work again! Finally an advert popped on the telly featuring Madame Zelda’s Psychic Network, and how they can read your mind over the telephone.
In a world full of invisible waves, radiation and telepathy, I’m hoping my tin foil hat will offer me some protection and privacy. It’s not thick baking foil, but it’ll have to do.
Sigh.
Here’s my monthly peekaboo stats. Since the 16th of July my website has had 6771 visitors.
These are some of the keywords and phrases people have typed into Internet search engines to find my site:-
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Dang horses, gossiping again! Maybe the guinea pigs were correct after all….
I regularly read our own neighborhood’s forum. Many of the forum’s users often slag off Crawley’s local police force for being inept and poorly managed.
Major frustration has been surfacing recently over mini motorbikes. Kids own them, and if they can’t find private land to ride the bikes on, they become a danger to innocent people pedestrians, kitty cats and chavs by riding them in neighborhoods.
Close your eyes and imagine a motorbike that’s about as tall as Mommy’s shin with some goofy looking, slack-jawed 10-year-old boy riding on it. He’s coming straight at you going 40 mph on the pavement (sidewalk). You better get out of the way!
Mommy’s opinion on police in general is simply they have a thankless, poorly paid job. Cops who walk the beat are probably too swamped in paperwork to care about chasing a mini moto riding, slack-jawed 10-year-old boy, or a grown man with a panty on his head running away with your telly. Besides, isn’t that what contents insurance is for?
Upon reading the annual Policing West Sussex newspaper, the very back of it contained information about the local police stations. After reading Crawley police station was open 7 days a week, it dawned on me that Daddy’s barber is open 8 days a week.
I’m thinking of writing to the police to see if they’d beat the barber’s grueling schedule and stay open 9 days a week. What do you think they’ll say about that?
